He Wasn't My Moon, I Built My Own Light

Chapter 5

Ethan said nothing else. He only sat on the sofa, quietly watching me pack.

His intense gaze made me uncomfortable, and in an instant, I lost all desire to keep going.

After coming so close to death, my body was still recovering slowly. If I moved around too much, I would start to feel short of breath.

I took my medicine out of my bag and inhaled once before I finally felt a little better.

Ethan looked at me with guilt in his eyes, his voice carrying a trace of worry.

"Are you okay?"

I took a few deep breaths. Only when my breathing eased did I answer weakly, "I'm fine. I just need to rest for a while."

I only found it ironic. The fact that I had been taken to the trauma bay had long since spread throughout the entire hospital.

Yet only now did he ask me such a light, belated question. Didn't he think it was far too late?

My head felt a little dizzy. When I turned around, I nearly tripped over the corner of the table and barely managed to steady myself by grabbing the tabletop.

Ethan took a few quick steps forward, intending to support me, but I avoided him without making it obvious.

"Claire, if you're not well, do you have to force yourself like this?"

He lowered his head and met my cold gaze. Embarrassed, he could only look away and fall silent.

I walked around him and went into the bedroom. He did not come disturb me again.

He probably did not want to keep running into a wall with me and humiliating himself.

Maybe I should have seen his true feelings clearly six years ago, when he mumbled Natalie's name while drunk.

In his heart, I had never come close to matching Natalie.